Vodka Double Wine
Let it be known that Carina was known as many things, a floozy, a respectable woman, or the one who bottled her secrets. They'd all be correct. She was on the arm of another man in the club, dancing to some song she couldn't get the name of although it sat on the tip of her tongue. Johnny was getting old, he was too stiff and boring, he just liked to move in circles and it was the same game for her; she needed change.
Carina sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she let go of her dance partner, Johnny, and gracefully moving herself out of the way of other couples and to the bar. It happened to be her favorite place in the entire venue. The stool was comfortable and she placed her elbow on the bar, her hand cupping her face. "Cranberry vodka, hold the cranberry please, sir." Carina ordered and looked down at the fabric of the black dress she wore. It matched her jewelry, and just made her hair look like it was an inferno.
"Thank you very much, sir." She said, being handed the miniature martini glass that could so easily be mistaken for water.
